Best Memory Loss Poems
It's a bit like...
you are in a bathroom
filling a hot tub,
slowly the steam
covers the mirror...
and the mirror loses it's reflection;
that loss of reflection,
is my memory fading !
Elizabeth alexander 18/3/2016
inspired by fear: Alzheimers.
A woman so strong with no mum of her own
Who grew independently battled alone
Raised 3 beautiful kids and shined a light on there's
Liked after them always nan always cared
Worked all day and lead a good happy life
Then Mother Nature struck with a gruelling blunt knife
She forgot some things that's we take for granted each day
But she still always loved and had time to pray
A woman that was strict and proud
Become terrified and lost at the back of the crowd
Looking fragile. Small and fright in her eyes
Not knowing what tomorro had to lie
Breaking my heart to see a beautiful soul this way
And still she would try laughing each day
As much as it sounds selfish Indeed
I'm glad she is happy in her daydreams
Every day is her memories that will long last
No horrors of the present just smiles from the past
As long as she has comfort knowing I'm here
My heart will no longer fear
Memory Loss
Motivated by thought,
realised mistreated actions.
I owe it to myself,
to know I am enough.
Who do you think you are,
to make me doubt
my fire
that burns to bright
for you to desire.
How strong can you then be,
if you can't handle me?
So I have a memory loss
of you and me
a stranger that ones
walked passed me.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Had a bad headache last night...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
I wake up now and the time is bright
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Get dressed, no time for breakfast
I'm needed at investigations by request
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
A girl was killed, in the early a.m's
One thing I hate about this job, is seeing the dead
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Young woman, brunette, in her late 20's
Go through her files and see her profile picture
O god, I know her...she works in the cafe
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Thought she was cute, wanted to ask her out one day
...Guess I'll never get the chance to do so
I always seemed to forget her name
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
My colleagues pull me aside and ask me to answer
My anger is brimming; why am I under question?
They say they new I liked her, and would be here once a week
But that doesn't mean I did this to her: felt like I was on repeat
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
But you must know something, they ask
You were out with her last night
I looked at them as if they were crazy
...No...that isn't right
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They both turned and sighed and said they had no choice
The bullet matches my gun and my semen's in her voice
We've worked together a long time, beginning to be friends
But this crime you have committed, is going to cost you your end
...NO...THIS CAN'T BE RIGHT; I grab my gun and I hold it tight
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Stop it! they yell, do not hesitate
It is all already to late, just hand us your gun and give us your plate
There's no way, I cry, I look up for a moment and search to the sky
Inching near me, I jolt up my hand, don't get closer!
...O...wait...I do remember...her name was Betty: BANG!!!
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Had bad headache last night...
I wake up now and the time is bright...
I hope you forgive me for my memory loss
I forget for long time divine dream
Dream which touch the pick
By the grace of your divine thought
How can I forget you and your thought?
Which remove darkness of my life
And again show me way to go on right side
With the objective of your love
And the image of your divine beauty
I am taking step and effort to go ahead
And trying to make a reach on the peak
I am truly taking about the dream of my heart
Who only think you and do only your talk
Your ambition empowering my thought
And now my objective work day-night
My desire is remain same
I want my place inside your heart
Her mind was slipping away,
further and further everyday.
"Who are you?", She would say.
"Don't you know me?, I'm Ray!"
"I know him!"
Visions of illustrated forks
Pointing your direction
To the far away mystic night
Where the werewolves howl
Guiding you to your room
Filled with lights and sorrow
The same fearful sound
Of clicking, like an unwanted houseguest
Or a stray dog with no name
Piercing the hallow depths
Of your pitiful imagination
Let your cranium run wild
And point you to somewhere new
heart swells and explodes
with love
but then i fall
its chaos and death from above
Mind forgets thoughts of recent times,
Etch blurry lines of my story;
Even new plots seem spent of rhyme,
Try to divine a glimpse to see.
Must time erase the new thoughts here?
Expect to lift some new recall,
Mindset can trace some sense of cheer,
Offer a gift that sweetens gall;
Reach for a point to live fond tale,
Yield to a light that comes to be.
Live verse that join in carefree trails,
Observe fond sights that eyes still see;
Sense vistas fade as day departs,
Stillness now trades in broken parts.
Leon Enriquez
05 May 2015
Singapore
She sits before the open window
a slight breeze not enough to cool her
watching as the curtains stir
she thinks they are speaking
words that she can't quiet hear
memories come and go-mainly of long ago
yesterday, that was just another day
already forgotten
her eyes close and faces appear
of whom she cannot recall
a smile plays on her lips-briefly
it disappears and she looks pained
she hears rumblings- her empty stomach?
or was it coming from the darkening sky?
an empty plate she saw it as it sat on the table
fear creeps in, what is my name?
why am I here alone?
she asks the empty room
but it does not answer.
I thought it was tonight
but maybe it's tomorrow.
I wondered when I woke
with memory stalled in sorrow.
Then got up to a life
that faded into mind.
And knew I couldn't share
what others couldn't find.
Then started out my day
remembering what I could.
Ignoring all the others
that never understood.
Until I had to share
what some would call a hi.
When all my fears remembering
were pressures quickened bye.
there are mountains
in my mind
those i can’t climb
no matter how i try
smooth glass-like walls
with no finger holds
thousands times
a thousand
i circle the wide base
there are no crannies
not a hint
of small cracks
nothing i can see
i dream of wings
something with which
to ascend
unassailable heights
but my thoughts
are mired
in solid concrete
there are mountains
in my mind
and i will never
reach their peaks
each one remains
a stranger, one
i can never meet
Fold and make origami
Pieces lost in the folds of time
Ripples in crystal waters of stillness
A riddle searching for responsiveness
Zipline through the playgrounds of my mind
Inverted skies stretch beyond grey
Clinging to air thick with silence
Shaped by a hope refusing to conform
Sleepily sauntering down an alley
Directionless shadows endless in their growth
Opaque walls murmuring their speechless weight
Flickering with thoughts not comprehended
Unraveling the knots of oblivion
Words hang precariously in suspense
A burst of color breaks through the frame
Slowly fading to the edge of a forgotten dream
an haiku each day
will keep dementia at bay
now then where was I.
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July 26, 2023
The daughter suspected there was something wrong…she found it most upsetting…when she began to notice all the little things her mother was forgetting.
And the more she saw her mother falter…her misplaced keys…her lost glasses…her forgotten shoes…The more confusion she saw on her mother’s face…the more and more she knew…
It made her want to throw something…to stomp her feet…to shout…
It was as if a hole had opened in her mother’s mind…and her memories were leaking out.
As she witnessed her mother’s increasing puzzlement…saw more memories fade into a blur…she secretly hoped her mom would never realize exactly what was happening to her.
Until the day she found her mother surrounded by old photos…old family albums too…the day she saw tears streaming down her mothers face…is they day she knew…she knew.
It took a moment for her mom to recognize her…both faces showing their strain…for how does a face reveal its love while trying to conceal its pain?
“So, Momma. What are you doing?” She asked…her worst fears playing out…Surrounded by all these albums…with these old photos strewn about?”
“I don’t quite understand.” Her mom cried. “It’s all just so bizarre…but when I look at some of the people in these photos…I can’t remember who they are.”
And so the daughter sat down with her mother…hoping for one more moment the inevitable to defer…and as they picked up and held each picture…she helped her remember who they were.
Despite doing everything in her power, however, everything she could think to do…the hole in her mother’s mind grew larger…and eventually…all of her memories fell through.
“Do you think Nana knew how much we loved her?” Her own daughter asked the day of her funeral…tears falling from her eyes of blue.
“Love is a feeling…not a memory.” She said hugging her daughter close…
And although Nana might not have shown it…
“She knew…
I’m sure she knew.”